"Reporter Hastings-"
"Please call me Lenora." Lenora corrected Tony as he approached her.
"Very well." He nodded at her.
Lenora eyed the precision and determination with which he walked with caution and rising suspicion. Was this a part two to the slaps? She didn't know why but this man had a way of making people feel terribly uncomfortable when you have done something wrong. Was it the clear innocence in his eyes, or the fact that kindness literally just radiated from his strong frame.
He was smaller than most men but his stature didn't allow anyone think if him as such. He was built and fit, and she never saw him in anything that didn't hug his frame.
That moment existed for only the short minutes the dance carried.
"I am truly sorry for the article, I'm serious." She blurted out before she could stop herself.
Tony eyed her with amusement glittering in his friend but also serious eyes. "Why are you suddenly apologising?" He asked.
